[ Basch holds his hands up in faux truce, grinning as he does. ]

I promise I'm quite finished.

[ Even if his eyes are drinking in how aroused and flushed Sylvain is, how beautiful every inch of him is in this outfit he's chosen. Oh, this will be a tease for Basch too, dreaming of playing with that outfit, or getting it off of him. Of all the wanting stares Sylvain is going to get, and the jealous looks thrown Basch's way.

How much of the night will Sylvain spend hard, he wonders, the thought only stoking his own erection, though one that isn't nearly as noticeable. ]

Shall we practice walking here first? It seems like it might be a bit of a challenge.